Wow. So after my CRAB RAGOON MANIA 2010 weekend, I had FALSE LABOR MANIA 2010 this week!!! Off the hook ya'll.
7am- Client calls. Contracting. We talk on and off and she goes to hospital to get checked. Nothing really happening. She goes home.
4pm- Shepherd gets a high fever. Lethargic, whimpering, so, so pitiful. Lays on my chest for 3 straight hours. I put him to bed.
10 pm- Shepherd up again. Meds barely warding off the fever. Poor guy. I rock him for an hour. Falls asleep.
12am-My head hits the pillow. *RING* Client headed to the hospital again in "early labor." I meet her at hospital. After it was established client was having extreme prodromal labor (could have told her that, but that's a whole other story)- we all left at 3am.
6am- Bootcamp. Yeah right. I missed it.
Made it through the day with no sleep and sick kids. Poor buddies.
5:30pm- Went to bed at 5:30pm. Yes, 5:30pm. Slept until 6:30am! Boooyah!
Get my special monthly friend....
Kids are feeling better though!
12 pm. My OTHER JUNE client calls. Contracting. WHa??! "You're only 37 weeks!" Around 4pm contractions were 4 minutes apart and strong. I meet her at hospital. I could tell by the look on her face when I saw her that she was not in labor. Either I'm a bad doula or these ladies were really convincing on the phone. Oh Lordy. We get checked- 2cm. We choose to go have dinner and walk around a bit to see if anything happens. Nothing happens. Discharged. I got to bed at 1am. Missing bootcamp again.
6am-My OTHER client from the OTHER false labor calls. At hospital. 5cm. Having a baby. Phew. Okay- headed to the hospital. She has a beautiful VBA2C! Yah mom!
1pm- I head home. You know I'm tired and cranky when I pull into a sub place. I downed a bag of jalepeno cheddar chips all wide-eyed-crazy-like while waiting for my sub. Eat Inhale sub.
Get through day with kids (they were so good for mommy!).
Get mocha, naturally.
6pm- Order chinese food, cause holy-shit-I'm-tired-and hungry-and-I-don't-give-a-damn. Eat my weight in Sweet and Sour Shrimp. (No crab ragoons though!)
There ya go! No exercise. No good food really. And I feel like I've gained 5 lbs but scared to get on scale. I know I just need a good week of sleep and exercise to feel better. But right now I'm feeling like a bloated, sugar laden, sweet n sour chicken eatin', fattened calf.
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